Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows as Amelia walked in, late from work. She dropped her bag, fatigue settling heavy in her shoulders. The smell of something savory filled the air, and she found Liam in the kitchen, carefully stirring a pot of what looked like her mother's lentil soup. He turned, a hesitant smile on his face. "I... tried," he mumbled, gesturing with the spoon.

Her throat tightened. He knew how much she missed her family, how much the taste of home meant to her. She moved forward, taking the spoon from him. "It looks... nearly perfect," she said, her voice soft. She took a tentative taste, savoring the familiar warmth. "You've been... learning?" she asked, her eyes searching his. He blushed, nodding shyly.